Infinity Crisis Island feels like someone mashed together horny fanart from Reddit, a Ren’Py starter project, and a beach episode from every Marvel/DC cartoon, then forgot to put on the brakes. You’re the owner of this stupidly nice beach house on a tropical island, and heroes from both universes just kind of… show up. Not with epic plots, not with world saving, just with tight bikinis and way too much pent-up energy. The first one to crash at your place is She-Hulk, and she’s exactly the kind of big green problem you don’t try to fix. Thick ass, huge tits squeezed in a swimsuit that looks like it lost the fight, muscles everywhere, but the game leans hard into her being chill and playful instead of just “angry monster lady”. It’s not subtle at all, and that’s part of the fun. You pick your character, slap a name on him, and start trying to talk your way into her pants, and the writing is simple but horny in a very direct way. No long fake-deep monologues, just choices like “be a cocky bastard” or “pretend you’re a gentleman” and hoping she likes that vibe.

The UI looks like classic Ren’Py stuff, very basic, but it runs smooth on both laptop and phone. I tested it in Chrome on Android while pretending to “check Slack” and it never lagged or broke. Dialog pops fast, the click-to-advance pace feels good when you’re one-handed and impatient. The art is honestly the main reason to stay. She-Hulk is drawn thick as hell, with that big green ass taking half the screen sometimes, and there’s this funny contrast of comic-book cosplay and outright porn. You get kissing scenes that start kind of sweet, then just escalate into handjob under the swimsuit, then blowjob with drool everywhere, then full-on pussy pounding and creampies that leave her looking used but still teasing you. The game doesn’t shy away from cum shots at all; there’s plenty of white mess, mouth full, tits covered, thick ropes sliding down abs. Titfucks are there too, and not the lazy “two frames and done” kind. She pushes her huge boobs together, your cock slides between, and the camera angle sells the fantasy way better than I expected for a parody VN.

What actually surprised me is how the choices mess with the mood. You can play her like some raging monster who just wants to be fucked hard, or lean into her being laid back and flirty, and the sex scenes adjust their tone. Same positions, same basic events, but the way she talks changes a lot. Sometimes she’s talking shit, calling you out on being a perv, sometimes she’s more like “yeah, I needed this, keep going”, and that does a lot for the vibe. The game also likes to tease you with wrong answers that don’t fully lock you out, just slow things down, which is actually hotter in some routes. There’s one moment where you go from joking banter on the beach to her pinning you to the couch and grinding that big green pussy on your cock through your trunks, and it feels earned because of how you talked to her before. It’s still simple, it’s not Persona, but for a short horny parody it hits way better than it has any right to. Just don’t expect any deep narrative about superheroes or some multiverse crisis. The “crisis” is basically “can your dick keep up with a green amazon who wants anal, a creampie, and maybe a second round if you don’t talk like an idiot.” And honestly, that’s enough.

Akabur going after the turtle universe again feels weirdly natural, like of course someone was going to turn Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles into a horny breeding season thing and of course it was going to be him. The tone of this game sits in that space where parody and fetish just fuse, so one moment you’re laughing at how dumb a line is and the next you realize you’re actually kind of turned on by April being passed around by four horny mutants who clearly see her more like a shared breeding toy than a news reporter. The story pretends it’s about “chapters” and “seasons” but what it really does is slowly strip April down from being this confident reporter into a slutty pet for the whole sewer. There is this constant teasing vibe where she still has that bright reporter energy, asking questions, trying to maintain her dignity, while the turtles and Splinter treat her “curiosity” as an invitation to stuff every hole. You get the feeling she’s supposed to resist, at least at the start, but the game never hides it: the whole point is to watch her slide into loving the gangbangs, loving being surrounded by thick mutant cock, to the point where having only two inside her at once starts to feel “low effort”.

What I liked, in a twisted way, is how casual the group scenes are handled. This isn’t one “epic” orgy and credits roll, it’s more like: April shows up thinking she’s here to do some interview fluff piece and suddenly she’s on her knees, face shiny, one turtle in her mouth, another squeezing her tits from behind, one rubbing his tip between her cheeks, while Splinter calmly talks about “training” and “discipline” as if this is just martial arts class with extra fluids. The gangbangs are messy, a bit goofy, and sometimes the dialogue is awkward as hell, but somehow that fits the Saturday-morning-cartoon-gone-wrong energy. It almost feels illegal in your brain, like your inner kid who watched TMNT on TV is screaming while your adult self is thinking “yeah ok but seeing April stretched open and leaking after being pumped full by four different mutants at once is actually hot as fuck”. The game leans fully into that corruption fantasy, too. Not only one-on-one scenes, but moments where April is pinned against a sewer wall, legs spread so wide she can’t close them, two cocks inside her, another grinding against her lips, Splinter watching calmly like he’s making sure his sons are breeding her properly. She gets filled, overfilled, dripping down her thighs, then still asked to clean each of them with her tongue. And she does. There’s no big moral lesson, just a slow, filthy slide into April becoming the unofficial mating toy of the whole turtle clan.

This one feels like opening some shady folder on an old hard drive you’re not supposed to touch, then just sinking into it anyway. It’s not a “game” in the usual sense, more like a sequence of extreme hentai scenes stitched together with the energy of someone who really doesn’t care about being nice or romantic. You’re dropped right into this filthy gallery of Yoshino Momiji style art, and the first thing that hits you is that beast man and the girl on the floor. No warm-up, no flirting, nothing soft. He’s on her like she’s a toy, heavy body pinning her down while she’s sprawled on that cold ground, and her face is this weird mix of fear and forced arousal. When he grabs her head and aims that messy cumshot straight on her face, it’s not gentle at all, more like he’s using her as a cum rag. I actually had to stop scrolling for a second there, and then I scrolled again because of course I did. The whole tone is that kind of non-consent fantasy where she’s clearly not in control, and the art really leans into it, with all the liquids and twisted body poses that only exist in hentai logic.

After that, the mood pretends to calm down but it doesn’t, it just changes flavor. The old guy showing up feels at first like maybe he will “save” her, but yeah, no, he just drags her home and turns the whole house into his private torture porn set. There’s this one image where she’s bent over something that looks like a cheap couch, her ass lifted, and his wrinkled hands are digging into her hips while he rams her from behind. You can almost smell the sweat and cigarettes. Her eyes are glossy, mouth open like she’s begging and choking at the same time, and the artist really likes to show her getting filled from both ends, even if it’s just implied off-screen. Then the dog scene hits out of nowhere, like the timeline just says “fuck it, let’s go full bestiality now” and tosses a horny dog on top of a naked girl on the floor. It’s rough, animal-style in the literal way, paws on her back, knot pressing at her entrance, drool and cum everywhere, and she’s clinging to the ground like the only stable thing in her life is this dirty floor. I kinda wish they spent more frames on the build-up there instead of jumping directly from “oh, a dog” to “ok, the dog is balls-deep,” but whatever, the shock value is clearly the point. And then, as if the dev thought “hmm, not enough old dick yet,” we land in the final cluster of images, with two gross, dirty old dudes tag-teaming a pretty teen girl. She’s small, soft skin, that typical hentai teen body, trapped between sagging bellies and veiny cocks. One guy is stuffing her throat, the other is buried in her ass or pussy, positions switch, her tears mix with spit, and the cumshots just keep painting her like she’s some broken little whore built to be used from every angle. It’s honestly disgusting, and hot, and a bit too much, and somehow not enough at the same time.

It’s the kind of gallery that makes you feel like you need to clear your browser history and then go back to the same URL again. There’s no silly story, no moral lesson, just raw abuse, *** vibes everywhere, animals, monsters, old men, and a teen girl who never gets a break. The art style is tight and expressive, faces and holes get all the attention, but some backgrounds feel like the artist gave up halfway through, and that actually fits the mood because you’re not here to admire furniture. I had some stupid YouTube playlist running in another tab, and the contrast between chill lo-fi beats and this absolute depravity on screen was wild, like watching a war crime with elevator music. At one point I caught myself zooming in on a single frame where the beast man is holding her jaw open so his cum drips down her tongue, and I thought, “yeah, this is the exact moment my soul left my body.” Then I scrolled again, obviously. Nothing here is romantic, nothing is soft, it’s all about turning pretty girls into objects for monsters, dogs, and crusty old perverts, and if that sentence already made your cock twitch, you kinda know what you’re signing up for.

Honestly, this one caught me off guard. You’d think after a dozen Naruto parody trainers they’d all blur together into the same soup of recycled sprites and lazy dialogue - but nah, this one’s got that weird, half-dreamlike pacing that makes you question if you actually clicked the right window. The story keeps slipping between “you’re some lost shinobi perv” and “you’re basically a hypnotist with boundary issues,” and somehow it works. Not cleanly, not smoothly, but like a drunk confession that goes on too long. I liked that about it. It doesn’t pretend to be noble; it just wallows in its own filth and smirks at you for following along.

The girls - hell, where do I start - Hinata’s the obvious comfort zone, soft voice and all that, but the dev went nuts with Tsunade’s scenes. Big doesn’t even cover it. There’s something almost mean about how her moments are written, like the game’s daring you to feel bad and failing miserably. Then there’s Konan, who gets criminally little attention, which pisses me off because she’s drawn better than half the cast. They all have these small quirks that make them feel more alive than they should - Sarada’s fake confidence, Temari’s sharp tongue that turns into begging way too fast. It’s messy, uneven, sometimes straight-up broken, but that’s part of the charm. When the hypnosis mechanic actually hits, it’s filthy in that old-school flash-game way - cheap, raw, no pretense.

I’ll admit, I got bored halfway through one route and just started clicking random choices, and somehow ended up in a scene with Mei Terumi that honestly shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. Maybe it’s the writing, maybe the timing, maybe I’m just easy. Either way, it stuck with me longer than I care to admit. There’s a roughness here that feels intentional, like the dev knew perfection would kill the mood. And yeah, some lines read like they were translated by a hungover intern, but whatever - it fits. It’s sleazy, shameless, and kind of brilliant in its own dumb way.